When I was a lad at Darton High School, 19 long years ago... ...one of the disaffected youth under-going their schooling at the time, decided to write "f**k off" in his own excrement on the wall of the boys toilet near the gym. Oh how I wish I'd had a mobile phone with a 10 megapixel camera about my spotty, pubescent self at the time - for I could have taken a digital image of said daubing and entered it in to the Turner Prize with a nifty piece of creative post rationalisation. I'd call it "Smells Like Teen Babba".
Even I get befuddled by some of it and I studied the blumming subject! There's some great stuff too, like George Shaw was nominated last year. My stuff has been compared to his. Proper painter! Turner prize is just a circus though, it trades on not being understood or liked. I've been involved in that world and it is just full of elitist *****s. I went against it which I suppose makes me an elitist *****. I resent being called elitist. I'm going to STFU now.
You are not wrong I have just been reading a review in the online Grauniad http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2012/oct/01/2012-turner-prize-exhibition-review?newsfeed=true here is an excerpt I cant decide whether the last sentance was a deliberate attempt at humour or just an accident
One of them as well... http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...Eighties-pop-star-time-dish-Turner-Prize.html